One Hundred Years of Solitude

she dreamed about a
legendary kingdom, in spite
of the fact that her father,
Don Fernando, had to
mortgage the house in order
to buy her trousseau. It was
not innocence or delusions of
grandeur. That was how they
had brought her up. Since she
had had the use of reason she
remembered having done her
duty in a gold pot with the
family crest on it. She left the
house for the first time at the